Page 72 of Adam & Eve

“Yes. Fuck me and let me go or leave.” I pointed towards the door.

I was fed up. Done. I stood my ground as he made his way towards me.

His hand went to my hair. Violently, he tugged at it, forcing my head back to look up at him.

“Tell me, Eve,” there was an edge to his tone, menacing. I didn’t bother trying to get him off me.

Besides, I was not exactly scared. My nipples tightening was evidence to that. “Do you want me to

fuck you so you can pretend that’s why I brought you here or do you want me to fuck you because your

body craves me? I think it’s the latter.”

When I expected him to let me go, he leaned in and pressed kisses against the pulse on my

exposed neck. Pursing my lips tightly together, I refused to answer while fighting to keep a moan from

slipping my lips. I wouldn’t play his games, even though my body liked his game.

He continued to kiss and lick the sensitive spot on my neck until pleasure crawled under my

skin like ants. I found myself once more fighting the urge to beg him to screw me. His hand fell from

my hair and crept between us. Easily he found my nipple. He pinched it and caused me to hiss.

“Give me the right answer, Eve. End this. You want me as much as I want you.”

“No,” I managed to squeak out.

He froze and dropped his hand. My eyes, that I hadn’t even realized I’d closed, popped

opened. The look in his eyes was so intense.

“I don’t like it. I hate you,” I blurted out that lie in frustration.

I shoved away from him. Left him standing in the middle of the room with a hurt and confused

look on his face. I didn’t care if he stood there all night or not, as long as he left me alone. Crawling

on to the bed I reached for the comforter that had managed to fall on the floor.

Adam pushed me from behind, causing me to land flat on my stomach.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded before I could lash out at him for shoving me.

“Leave me the hell alone. I’m not in the mood for your games. Just let me go to sleep,” I

snapped.

Whap! His hand connected with my naked backside. It stung.

My anger was immediate. “I told you about hitting me,” I yelled and tried to get up.

I was going to teach him to keep his hands to himself. He shoved me back on to the bed again.

“Get on your fucking knees, Eve. I won’t ask again.”

Something in his voice told me I should do as he demanded. Images of him punching the door